NovelEnglishOtis kept considering Joyce, the amazement in his eyes unconcealed.
She was simply too beautiful. Average women simply could not manage the dignified burgundy color.
Yet for the enchanting and domineering woman in front of him, the burgundy color only added to her sexiness.
At the moment, next to Otis were three other men, all around forty to fifty years old.
Otis was not wearing his military uniform today. Instead he wore a dark blue suit, and he looked less aggressive this way.
The table was right next to a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and outside was a dark night. Prosperous neon lights were flashing like a
sea of stars.
They had in front of them schips and a black deck of cards. They seemed to be playing Texas Holdem.
"Yo, Mr. Robertson, who is this beautiful lady?" One of the men asked.
"Ms. Knowles, letintroduce you."
Otis pulled out the seat closest to him and gestured for Joyce to sit down.
Joyce did not refuse. She just pulled the chair slightly away from Otis and sat down. She threw the Drill buckle handbag on top of
the table, elegantly folded her legs, and rested one hand on top of the other arm. She looked cool and charming.
The men had all widened their eyes.
But because Otis was present, they didn't dare to really do anything and could only salivate inwardly.
Since she was invited by Mr. Robertson, then Mr. Robertson sure liked her, and she was certainly not something they could think
about.
Otis introduced, "This is Parliament Senator Hughes."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSo the one who just asked Otis about Joyce was Senator Hughes, and he looked slightly older than any other men his age.
"This is Mr. Clark from the charity party," Otis pointed to a short man and said.
Then he pointed to a man in a special navy-blue uniform, "This is Mr. Moore of the Military Intelligence Agency."
Joyce gave a slight nod, "Senator Hughes, Mr. Clark, Mr. Moore, good evening."
Her shrewd eyes swept across the crowd around her.
Senator Hughes looked old and shrewd with all the fake smiles on his face, typical of politicians.
Mr. Clark of the charity party was short and lewd-looking. He did not seem too old, but with all the wrinkles on his face, he must
have indulged himself in sex for quite stime.
The last, Mr. Moore, with his special identity, was perhaps the most powerful one among these people. He was expressionless, but
there seemed to be simperceptible thoughts in that pair of narrow eyes of his.
So she was looking at actually a whole table of creepy beings.
It was actually all politicians within Otis's circle.
Well, so it was true that like attracted like
Joyce sneered in her mind.
Finally, Otis introduced her to the group, "This is Ms. Knowles from JK Intelligence. Don't estimate Ms. Knowles just because she is a
woman. She is a true genius when it comes to artificial intelligence."
"Oh, so it's the partner for Mr. Robertson's new project."
Mr. Clark kept looking at Joyce, and he couldn't hide his admiration in his eyes, "I didn't expect a woman as beautiful as Ms.
Knowles could be so smart.”
"It's the first tI've seen a woman in such a business." Mr. Moore spoke coldly, "Perhaps, Ms. Knowles, we can also have the
opportunity to work together.”
If Ms. Knowles has any cutting-edge technologies, | want to open my eyes as well."
Joyce laughed. Military Intelligence Agency? Wasn't it just an organization of spies? Of course they would need to use artificial
intelligence.
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